wonderwall || punznap

noise in my head

I wanna get to the bed

And rest my eyes for a sec

All of this noise in my head

Keeps on playing 'til I'm dead

Noise in my Head -Spookyghostboy

Nick hurriedly flew out into the darkness of the street, running away from Luke's intently offended gaze, the thought was ringing in the guy's head that he needed to leave and be as far away from this house as possible and, in general, from Luke himself. Nick still could not understand, it seemed that he chose to leave, leave like a winner, but he could not understand why it hurt so much in his heart, why he wanted to return and beg for forgiveness. He forcibly pushed those thoughts away.

It was well after midnight outside, and pale as a dead moon, illuminated the once green and blooming garden in front of Luke's house with a lonely cold light. Nick at first did not even notice that it was snowing outside, snow covered the withered grass with a thin white blanket and settled on thin branched trees with a fluffy feather bed. It was too cold for early November, but the boy's heart was even colder. He walked straight down the street, ignoring the white flakes.

The sidewalk was fairly well lit and Nick walked straight ahead without turning, the guy's head was completely empty, it seemed that his consciousness was instantly erased or he was deaf, leaving only a white noise of interference. It was dead silent on the street, there were not even rare passing cars, there was no light in the windows of well-maintained houses, it could seem that the whole world, except for Nick, had died. That he was alone.

Nick walked down the street in a state close to complete indifference, he did not feel the prickly needles of frost that pierced his skin with naughty snowflakes, which, falling on his bare hands, first turned into water, and then completely stopped melting. The brunet didn't even notice that he walked out of Luke's without his only bomber jacket and hoodie, in only a thin long-sleeved cotton T-shirt. He did not try to wrap himself in it, to somehow hide from the frost, he just stubbornly walked straight along the road, hoping to come at least somewhere. Preferably home.

And he walked, passing unfamiliar streets and alleys, bare trees, dropping the remnants of leaves on the wet asphalt covered with dirty slush, walked, not noticing that his feet in thin sneakers were wet and stiff, and his hair turned into thin icicles hanging down to his eyes and covering not the most iridescent view. Nick's soul was empty and this sucking emptiness inside made him sick, his eyes tingled unpleasantly, he wanted to be angry, he wanted to feel something. But instead of the expected storm of emotions, Nick was waiting for a big and all-encompassing Nothing.

He didn't know how long he walked, barely moving his feet, had no idea how many blocks he had passed before the road turned from smooth and well-lit to old pothole-covered asphalt without a hint of a working street lamp. On one side of Nick there was a makeshift dump in a ditch, into which, it seemed to the guy, half the district had been demolished, and on the other side there were almost uninhabitable five-story block buildings, from which noise came and lights were on in half of the windows. Nick became even more sick, now he just wanted to rest, he had not felt so fatigued for a long time, almost to the point of complete exhaustion, he wanted peace and quiet, and not the dirty noise of the slums and the trailer park, the beams from the searchlight at the entrance of which he noticed.

As if resigned to his fate, he took a step across the invisible boundary at the entrance, past the rotten wooden shack of Mulligan, the park ranger with whom his mother occasionally slept to get a dose or a discount on renting a trailer space. Nick did not know the exact reason and absolutely did not want to know. The house of the old son of a bitch with the broken window was lit and the music was blaring, so Nick sneaked up beside it and walked over to their trailer, where he could spend the night and then just disappear in the morning like he had never been there.